Whatever bit of softness that had seeped into her features was gone with that particular reaction. Zoe didn't like him; she understood the aggression, but she didn't like him or it. Now, she could have just walked away, but even the level headed first mate needed to blow a little steam.
She stepped up to him, and he wasn't going to get a chance to say something else. Her hand went quickly to his crotch; thankfully, she was wearing gloves. The grip was vice like not at all in the manner of happy endings. Her voice lowered to that deathly level he might have heard before in very unhappy and all too tested women.
"Now, under normal circumstances, I'd let that go. Under normal circumstances, I'd even be nice. But I'm not feelin' normal circumstances. You're gonna apologize, or we're gonna to find out if you can hit High C." There wasn't a smile; she wasn't joking, and she wasn't making any threats. The fact that she had nudged the coat aside to show the mare's leg at her side might have given him exactly how much he shouldn't mess with her.